Brett Inside Job Novels & Stories

“Brett isn’t Brett. Real name Dmitri Volkov. Ex-CIA. Disavowed after a black-site operation in Eastern Europe went sideways eight years ago. He’s been working as a freelance fixer ever since. Plays every side. Skims from everyone. Vanishes before the bodies hit the floor.” The room went cold. Gianni stopped pacing mid-step. “How deep is he?” Jax shrugged, but her voice was grim. “Deep. He’s been inside your organization for three years, boss. Recruited most of your middle management. He’s been feeding information to the Chinese, the Russians, and the FBI simultaneously. Playing them all like fiddles while skimming off the top.” Gianni’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “How the fuck did

he whispered and David turned to him, he wanted very much to ignore Brett but him pretending in front of him right after he found out what he truly was doing irritated the hell out of David. "You, stay out of this!" David growled. "You're doing the exact same thing so you're no better than she is!" David bellowed and Brett eyes went wide immediately. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Brett replied immediately. "Oh really you don't!" "You know If someone had told me you'd do this to me, I wouldn't have believed!" "How long have you been working with him?!" David asked. "I don't ... " David cut him shut immediately as he rushed forward to him and wrapped his hands tightly around his ne

His handsome face, adorned with rimless glasses, carried an air of refined elegance. The man smiled politely as he spoke, “Hello, everyone. I’m Edward Scott.” Edward Scott? Hearing that familiar yet distant name, I froze mid-motion, unable to stand up. I looked up and saw a face that had matured significantly yet still bore a striking resemblance to the boy I remembered. For a moment, I stood frozen. It was him? Over by his side, our manager, Liam Murray, quickly stood and extended a hand. “Mr. Scott, I’m Liam Murray, head of the Cost Control and Procurement Department,” he greeted, his tone brimming with flattery. “You’re so young and accomplished!”

I set my phone down and got up to get some water from the break room, only to unexpectedly overhear Wayne gloating on the phone in his office. "With her measly salary and now all this debt, she'll be completely at my mercy from now on. As soon as I get the chance, I'll swoop in and snatch all her big clients. A worthless employee like her lucks into a couple of wins, and suddenly she thinks she's irreplaceable?" Wayne's laughter was grating. I swallowed my anger and looked at the clock. At 8:57 am, Wayne walked out of his office. "I'm going downstairs to meet Mr. Kurt Wilkins. Get the coffee ready."

It had always felt more like home to her than anywhere else. I parked haphazardly at the front entrance, not bothering to do it properly, and rushed inside. My steps slowed the moment I stepped into the private wing. Because he was there. Not just his car I had ignored outside. Him. Dominic Vale. My boss. The man whose shadow I had been operating under for years. A cold, sinking feeling settled deep in my stomach. Don’t tell me… No. Aria couldn’t possibly know him. If she got someone like him on her side, I was finished.

She hurried away, slamming the door loudly on her way out. Yep, I could see a seventh assistant happening. Three minutes later, Dave appeared at the door. Tall, broad-shouldered, recently, I had learned he was ex-military, Aaron had assigned him to me as a driver and bodyguard, during my first year as a CEO, and since then he'd proven to be a worthy asset and a friend. “Boss?” I went straight to the point, “I need you to run a background check on someone. Cole. Bridgette went on a date with him last night, and he came to the office this afternoon. I don't have a picture. Is there anything you can do about that?”

I'll deliver the job application letter as soon as possible. *** I don't know where Lucien went today. Even though I shouldn't care. I just wanted to brag to him that soon I'll get a job because I've submitted job application letter today. Because of that, I will definitely pay the rent for this apartment in no time. "Is there beer? it's been a long time since I drank!" I said as I opened the refrigerator. Empty, not a single liquor in it. Only milk, juice and coffee. It turns out that Lucien is not a drinker. Then, can I have a little food?

Pretending like my world hadn’t just been flipped. Pretending like my son hadn’t come home and told me he met his father...my ex-boss...the man who fired me four years ago when I was pregnant with his child. A man who had shown up at my son’s school in a goddamn dinosaur suit and told him the truth before I could. I wanted to scream. Instead, I opened my laptop. There was only one person I could reach out to. Someone who’d still be in Ashton’s orbit. James.

Meanwhile, Shayla would end up with an offer from the company instead. However, I hit the jackpot and ended up winning 50 million dollars. She landed the job without a hitch, while I stayed home every day, living off the interest and leading a carefree life. Yet, nothing went her way at the company. Her pay was low, and she kept getting bullied by others. In a fit of fury, she shoved me off the rooftop. Shayla shot me a smug look. "I won't be attending the company's interview. Since you like to work this much, I shall give you the spot."

I cross my hands over my chest, and whatever entity Reed believes in saves him because he quickly stops laughing. “You.” Sniffing back tears, I rock on my feet. “I’m sorry.” Turning to where the child is still watching us, the sleep completely cleared from his eyes now, Reed speaks in a more direct tone. “That’s my son, Brayan. He’s four,” Reed says, and when my eyes slowly track back to the kid, he has a sheepish smile on his big round face, and it’s unbeatable. “And he’s the reason why I had to leave before I would’ve wanted to, as I didn’t plan to stay out later than I did in the first place. I had to come back to enable the babysitter to take her leave, and no, I am not married. I have a